Chapter 2

Song Zhong's lips curled upward. He was certain that Ye Chenfeng wouldn't dare to play any tricks in front of him. A mere fool with severe panic disorder, he, the great young master Song, had no need to take him seriously. He said, "Wu Xiaofei, don't take yourself too seriously. I, Song Zhong, like the top beauty of the capital, Bai Xueling. A woman like you would be more suitable as my secret lover."

Wu Xiaofei gritted her teeth, her chest heaving with anger. She pointed at Song Zhong and shouted, "Bai Xueling is Ye Chenfeng's fiancée. You, Song Zhong, will never get what you want, not even in your wildest dreams."

Song Zhong sneered and said, "Once Old Ye is dead, the Ye family will be nothing but a name. By then, the engagement between Ye Chenfeng and Bai Xueling will likely be canceled. Even if Old Ye survives, what can he do? Ye Chenfeng always listens to me. When the time comes, I can easily make him let his fiancée, Bai Xueling, spend a night with me."

After a short while, Ye Chenfeng entered the hall with a kettle full of hot water. The table already had cups and tea leaves, and Ye Chenfeng hurriedly prepared the tea.

"Ye Chenfeng, can't you be faster? I'm thirsty. Do you want to kill me?" Song Zhong said smugly.

Ye Chenfeng, flustered, quickly brewed a cup of hot tea and tried to hand it to Song Zhong. However, Wu Xiaofei grabbed his sleeve, unable to bear the sight of his cowardice. She frowned and said, "Chenfeng, put down the teacup and make this scoundrel leave the Ye family."

"Ye Chenfeng, quickly bring the tea to me. Otherwise, you know the consequences, right?" Song Zhong clenched his fist and waved it in front of Ye Chenfeng's face.

Ye Chenfeng's expression became even more panicked as he tried to shake off Wu Xiaofei's grip, but she held on tightly.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's flustered state, Song Zhong felt even more triumphant. "Ye Chenfeng, aren't you fast enough? My patience is limited."

Wu Xiaofei refused to let go. As they struggled, Ye Chenfeng stumbled, and the cup of hot tea slipped from his hand, flying through the air and landing precisely on Song Zhong's crotch. The boiling water was scalding hot.

"Ah!—"

Song Zhong let out a pig-like scream, jumping up from the sofa as if his buttocks were on fire. He frantically pulled at his crotch, his face turning red. Without a second thought, he stripped off his trousers, leaving him in only a pair of briefs.

This all happened so quickly that no one in the room reacted immediately. Wu Xiaofei laughed, "Hehe, Young Master Song, are you planning to perform a strip show?"

Wu Xiaofei had always been a bold and fiery girl. When Ye Chenfeng was bullied as a child, she always stood up for him. So, seeing Song Zhong strip, she didn't turn away.

The people around Song Zhong, seeing his狼狈的样子, also wanted to laugh like Wu Xiaofei, but they held back, their faces turning red. They were from small families in the capital and couldn't afford to offend Song Zhong.

Song Zhong's face turned black, and his crotch still felt like it was on fire. If not for the people around him, he would have stripped off his briefs and used a hairdryer on the cold setting to cool down his crotch. For a spoiled brat like him, his crotch was the most important part. Without it, how could he enjoy life?

"Ye Chenfeng, do you want to die?" Song Zhong vented his anger on Ye Chenfeng.

Although Ye Chenfeng's face showed fear, he inwardly despised Song Zhong, a spoiled and stupid brat. If Song Zhong lived in the world five hundred years later, he would have died many times over.

"I, I, I will pour you another cup!" Ye Chenfeng stammered. In his previous life, he was a super talent trained by the state, and he was very skilled at playing different roles.

Song Zhong took a deep breath to calm his anger. He was determined to humiliate Ye Chenfeng thoroughly, making him kneel and beg him to drink the tea.

"Since you admit your mistake, I won't make it too hard for you. Just kneel and beg me to drink the tea." Song Zhong said with a dark expression.

"Song Zhong, you're going too far. This is still the Ye family," Wu Xiaofei said, her eyes narrowing.

Song Zhong sat down nonchalantly, the burning sensation in his crotch easing. "Wu Xiaofei, if you don't want Ye Chenfeng to kneel, you can use your mouth to cool me down."

"Song Zhong, you're a pervert," Wu Xiaofei said, though she was a cheerful woman, she had never had a boyfriend and still had her first kiss.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at the broken teacup on the floor and had another idea. He lifted the kettle with his right hand and took two steps forward, stepping on the broken teacup. The slippery shards caused him to lean forward, and the same scene repeated, but this time with a stainless steel kettle.

The kettle flew through the air, aiming for Song Zhong's crotch. By the time Song Zhong tried to react, it was too late. The kettle, filled with boiling water, landed directly on his crotch.

"Ah!—"

This time, Song Zhong's scream was even more agonizing. The bottom of the stainless steel kettle was like a scalding iron, and Song Zhong was only wearing briefs. After two attacks, his crotch was in grave danger.

"Clang!—"

Song Zhong quickly threw the kettle to the ground, the pain in his crotch unbearable. His face showed only pain, not anger.

"What are you standing there for? Help me up, I need to go to the hospital, I need to go to the hospital." Song Zhong roared, unable to stand. His only hope was that his crotch was not damaged, and he had no intention of pursuing Ye Chenfeng.

Watching Song Zhong being helped away in a pitiful state, Ye Chenfeng called out, "I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to. Your trousers are still here! If you come back, I'll apologize immediately?"